Somebody once told me:
“Knowing your own darkness is the best method
for dealing with the darkness’s of the others.”
What have I become?
A scorching rive in the pursuit of eventual bliss.
The reason suffocates my own consciousness for good,
for all and for none.
I'll keep hiding, low;
I stay in the darkness, where no one can find me.
If you are ever looking for a route to my soul,
then look into my reflection and run!
And please never look back.
I was born in Petrčane, and I will die there.
All alone.